Upon the hard crest of a snow-drift We tread, and grown quiet, we walk…
by Dev
But, sure, the sky is big, I said; Miles and miles above my head; So…
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and…
love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom…
I saw her in a Broadway car, The woman I might grow to be; I felt my…
But leave me a little love, A voice to speak to me in the day end, A…
O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night; O Night and Stars return! And…
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many…
Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow…
When the first dark had fallen around them And the leaves were weary of…
